at Zion.
“And you could have been spending time with your dying mother.”
My voice shook.
“Instead, you were here with my sister.”
I looked at both of them.
“You disgust me.”
I turned and went upstairs to pack.
Zion followed.
“You can’t just leave like this.”
I laughed bitterly.
“Watch me.”
Then he said:
“What about Mom?”
I stopped.
That sentence somehow made everything worse.
He seemed to realize it too.
His face changed immediately.
I turned around slowly.
“Did you seriously just use your dying mother to convince